He opened his eyes rolling over groaning, that could have possibly been one of the worse nights sleep hes ever had. He reached under his sleeping bag and pulled out a twig throwing it to the side before pushing himself into the sitting position.

He was lucky that it hadnt rained at least. It was early morning and he assumed that school was going to start soon.

He pulled his bag closer going into it and pulling out a pair of clothes putting them on while still in the sleeping bag just in case, he knew that only Kurt knew that he came to this area and he was further into the forest but he wasnt going to chance it just in case he showed up.

He struggled but eventually was fully dressed in a full set of new clothes. He jumped up climbing out of the sleeping bag before rolling up and stuffing it back into the small bag that it had come with.

He looked around looking for a good place to stash his stuff finding a small hole just beneath a nearby tree. He threw his bag inside it and then began to cover it up with leaves and any other item that could be used to hide his stuff.

Once he had covered up his stuff he made his way back to the fence, sitting up against it resting his head on his arms. He didnt know how it had come to this, he felt a surge of emotion his him as the realisation that he was homeless and tears started to run down his face.

He had tried to keep it down for as long as he could, he furiously wiped his eyes whenever a tear trickled down onto his cheek.

He took a look back towards the school seeing that some of the students were starting to arrive already; it must have been later than he thought.

He probably looked a mess, not that he cared what other people thought but his dad had got a few good hits on him and he didnt want people to start talking. He would just say and act like he got into a fight and won.

He had managed not to get himself too dirty, but he would have to start using the locker room showers. He sighed at the thought; the Neanderthal football team was going to love that, he would just have to be extremely careful about when he went.

He had managed to stop himself from crying now but he could feel that his eyes were red and puffy.

"Blaine?" He heard his name being call and then footsteps behind him.

Damn it! He thought as he turned taking a quick look over his shoulder at Kurt before turning back to resting his head on his knees.

"What do you want?" He groaned.

"First class is starting soon," Kurt said.

"So," he replied and there was a moment of awkward silence.

"Are you coming?" Kurt asked.

He didnt want Kurt of all people to see his face, he would ask him a bunch of questions and then he would never leave him alone.

"No, just go Im not going to class," he said hearing Kurt sigh.

"I would be stubborn like yesterday but I cant miss another day of classes," Kurt replied.

"Go then," he said more harsh than me meant it.

"Fine," Kurt said before he heard footsteps walking away from him.

Kurt seemed like the kind of person that he used to want to be friends with, but he didnt need any friends he just wanted to be alone and that was always how he ended up anyway.

He stood up walking back to where his stuff was and sat against the tree thinking about what was happening. He wanted to scream, he wanted to punch anything and everything he saw but he couldnt bring himself to do anything.

He pulled his bag back out of the hole and placed it on the ground lying down on it closing his eyes.

He just wanted to sleep the day away, he was still hoping that he was going to wake up and this was going to be a sick dream.

He closed his eyes slowly drifting to sleep.

"What did you just say?!" His dad yelled at him.

He felt himself shrink as his dad yelled in his face.

"Answer me!"

He looked up into his dads eyes.

"Im gay dad," he said. He didnt think his dad was going to react this way, he knew that his dad wasnt happy with the lifestyle but he thought that he loved him enough to accept him.

He had known his was gay for a long time but one he had turned twelve he had decided that it was time to be truthful to himself and his family.

"Are you kidding me? You better be kidding me!" His dad continued to yell.

"Im sorry dad," he said taking a step away from him but his dad just took a step forward.

"I cant believe I couldnt see you were a queer," his dad sneered and he cringed at his wording. "Look at your clothing, the stupid bowties," he said grabbing his bowtie and yanking it making him come with it. "And the amount of fucking hair gel you use," he continued throwing him backwards, he tried to catch himself but he couldnt and he fell to the ground with a thud.

"I cant change who I am dad, I tried but I couldnt," he said. He could feel tear growing in his eyes threatening to spill over but if he could hold it he would because he didnt want to give him the satisfaction.

"Well you didnt try hard enough then did you?" He screamed walking up to him and grabbing him by the shirt. He dragged him to his feet ripping off his bowtie and throwing it to the floor.

"Im not changing who I am," he said and his dad growled.

His dad let him go so he was standing on his own before out of nowhere throwing his first punch, hitting his nose with an awful crunch. He screamed out in pain as he fell to the ground blood spurting from his nose.

"I will not have a queer for a son," his dad said before giving him a mighty kick to the stomach.

His dad turned and left leaving him on the floor, once he was out of sight he let the flood of tears run down his face.

"Then you dont have a son dad," he whispered to the air.

"Blaine?"

"Blaine!"

"Blaine!" He woke sitting up straight, frightened that it was his dad that had found him.

"Kurt," he said when he realised that he had caught him sleeping in the woods.

"What are you doing? Why do you have so much stuff here? And what the hell happened to your face," Kurt said his eyes wide.

"What the hell happened to your face?" Blaine said looking at the split lip that Kurt had, trying to avoid the many questions that Kurt was throwing at him.

He knew this was going to happen.